Wholehearted
See the remains
The foundations of a village
Two thousand Native Americans
Living nine hundred years ago
Wholehearted
Climb down a ladder
Cozy dirt floor basement
Feel the spirits together
Imagine their life
Hunting two hours a day
Grow vegetables and potatoes
Come back and tell a story
Mom asks
Do they live long?
And answer
I don't think so
They faced
The risks of childbirth
The cold Winter and the hot Summer
Sickness and disease
Threats of the beast
But still
Were their eyes gleaming when they told stories around the fire?
When they sang and danced together were their hearts full of power?
But still
Us lonely modern people with gleaming screens.
Why the draw toward wholehearted times?